This is my 8th year volunteering at Field Day and I still love it.  Next year, both of my older two boys will be done with Field Day, and I’ll only have this sweet one left to volunteer for.  I love the look on his face as he races his buddies – especially the one where he’s peeking to the side to see who’s in front!  

As I look through the photos from the day, I experience some sort of brain malfunction, where I understand the concept of time but not the reality of it.  I know full well that there are 60 minute in every hour and 24 hours in every day.  I understand that 12 months make a year and the clock never stops ticking.  But somehow, I can’t comprehend that my babies are so big so fast.  That my first is heading to middle school next year stops me cold.  Field Day disappeared for him two years ago.  That my second loses Field Day next year makes my brain foggy.  Wasn’t he just 2?  And now this one, this last little guy finally has a Field Day to call his own.  No longer a helper on the sideline, shagging balls and handing the big boys water.  His turn has finally come, and baby, he’s running his heart out.